I Am A Book I Neither Wrote

Literary Party: A Traffic Jam Of The Lost Waiting For The Ferry Across The Styx.

Major Writing Is To Say That Which Has Been Seen, So That It Need Never Be Said Again; So That Which Has Been Seen Increases, Changes In Reality, In Being.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

All Literature Is An Effort At The Formal Character Of The Epigram.